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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.