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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.