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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.