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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.