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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.