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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.