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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.