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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.