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 Peru 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.