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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight 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?
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.