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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.