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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.