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 Burkina and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.