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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Crime,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.