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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.