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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.