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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.