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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Hoover,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Index,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.