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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.