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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.