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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.