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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.