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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Scion,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.