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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.