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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
X-102,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.