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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.