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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
The Move,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.