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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Television,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.