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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Arab on Radar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.