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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.