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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.