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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.