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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.