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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.