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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.