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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Television,
MC5,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.