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 Venezuela 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Mars,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.