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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Index,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.