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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 marimba 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Ossler,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.