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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.