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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.