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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.