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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
UT,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.