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 Mauritania 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Agitation Free to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.