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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities 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?
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.