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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.