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 Qatar 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.