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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.