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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.