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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.