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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.