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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.