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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.