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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Monks 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.