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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.