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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Can,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.