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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.