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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 the Human League to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.