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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.