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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Qualms to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Faust,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.