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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.