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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
The Residents,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.