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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.