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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.