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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Black Flag 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.