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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.