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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
The Cure,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.