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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.