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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.