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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.