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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.