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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.