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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Crime,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.