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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.