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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Wings,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.