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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.