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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Kayak to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.