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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.