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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.