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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.