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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.