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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.