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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Television,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.