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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.