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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.