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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.