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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.