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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.