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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.