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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.