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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
The Move,
Cameo,
Nico,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.