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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Scion,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.