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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.