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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.