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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.