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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Saints 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Television,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.