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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Magma,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.