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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.