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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mission of Burma to the disco 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.