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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Television,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.