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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Happenings to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.