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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.