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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.