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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Television,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Ituana,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.