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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
cv313,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.