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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.