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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.