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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.