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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.