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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Nas,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
X-101,
Swans,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.