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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Hoover,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.