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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Television,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.