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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.