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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.