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 Albania 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.