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 Argentina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.