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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.