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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.