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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.