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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Pole,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.