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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.