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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Brick,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.