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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.