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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Roxette,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.