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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.