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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.