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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Swans,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Nas,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.