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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Skatalites to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.