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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Inner City,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.