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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.