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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
The Human League,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.