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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.