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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.