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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.