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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Index,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.