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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.