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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.