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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
AZ,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.