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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Wire,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.