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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.