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 Luxembourg 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.