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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Organ to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.