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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.