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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Slave,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.