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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.