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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Yazoo to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.