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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.