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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.