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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.