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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sonics to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.