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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.