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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.