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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.