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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.