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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.