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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 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 David Bowie 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 the Association to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Hoover,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.