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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.