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 Laos 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.