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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.