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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.