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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.