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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 The Litter to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.