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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.