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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.