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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.