Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.