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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.