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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.