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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Index,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.