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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.