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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.