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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.