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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.