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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.