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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.