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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Gong,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
The Sound,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.