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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.