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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.