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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
PIL,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
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.