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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Smog,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.