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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.