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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.