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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.