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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.