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 Paraguay 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.