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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.