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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.