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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.