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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.