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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.