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 St Lucia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Audionom,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.