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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
AZ,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.