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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.