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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.