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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bad Manners to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.