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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Fear,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.