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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Sparks,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.