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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.