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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Faust,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.