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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.