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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.