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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.