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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.