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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.