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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.