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 Maldives 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.