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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Mars,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.