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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.