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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.