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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.