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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Scion to the rap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.