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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Pole,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.