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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.