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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
June of 44,
DNA,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.