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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.