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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Christs 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.