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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.