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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Pole,
the Association,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.