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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.