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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.