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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Josef K to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
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Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.