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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.