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 Panama and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Lyres,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.