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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Quantec,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.