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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.