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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.