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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.