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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 T. Rex 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.