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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.