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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s 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 Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.