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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.