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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.