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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.