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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.