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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.