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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.