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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.