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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.