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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Nas,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.