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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.