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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.