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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.