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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.