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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.