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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monks to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.