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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Fear to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.