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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 snare 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.