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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
ABC,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.