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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Roxette,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.