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 Comoros and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.