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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Gong,
Fear,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.