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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Fugs,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.