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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
cv313,
Inner City,
Aswad,
ABC,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.