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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-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.