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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Victims,
New Order,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.