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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
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Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.