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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Real Kids to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.