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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.