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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
The Move,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.