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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.