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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Wings,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.