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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.