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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.