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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.