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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.