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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.