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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Index,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.