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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.