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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.