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 Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.