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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.