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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Mars,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.