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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.