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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
The Standells,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.