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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.