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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.