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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.