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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.