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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.