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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.