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 Morocco 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
PIL,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.