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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.