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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.