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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Television,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.