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 Finland and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
X-101,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.