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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.