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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.