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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.