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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.