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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
The Motions,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.