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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.