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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Can,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.