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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Buckinghams to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.