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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.