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 Benin 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.