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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
The Index,
The Evens,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.