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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.