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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.