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 Latvia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.