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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.