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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.