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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.