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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.