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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.