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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.