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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
New Order,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.