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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.