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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s 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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Echospace,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.