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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.