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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.