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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.