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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.