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 Kenya 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.