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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.