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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.