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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.