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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.