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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.