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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.