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 Afghanistan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Johnny Clarke 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.