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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Stiv Bators to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Visage,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.