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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.