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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.