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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.