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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.