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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
MC5,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.