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 Tonga 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Motorama to the rap 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.