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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.