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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.