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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Can,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.