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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Lou Christie to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.