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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.