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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.