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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.