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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Index,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.