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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Litter to the punk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.