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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.