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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Television,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.