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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.