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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.