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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
X-101,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.