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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Index,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.