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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.