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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.