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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
The Slits,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.