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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.