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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.