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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.