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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.