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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.