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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.