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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.