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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.