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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.