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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.