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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.