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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.