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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.