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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.