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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.