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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the grime 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.