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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.