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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Echospace,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Television,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.