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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
DNA,
Q65,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.