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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.