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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Television,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.