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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.