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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.