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 India and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Can,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.