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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.