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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.