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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.