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 Korea North and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.