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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.