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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes 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?
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.