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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.