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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Colin Newman to the jazz 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.