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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.