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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
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Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.