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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Cameo to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.