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 Nauru 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.