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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.