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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.