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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.