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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.