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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.