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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.