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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Urselle,
Wings,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.