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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Index,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.