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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.