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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Kayak,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.