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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.