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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.