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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Smog,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.