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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.