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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Rakim,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.