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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 sitar 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.