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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Black Bananas 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.