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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Golliwogs to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Wire,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.