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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.