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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses 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?
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.