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 Greece and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
X-102,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.