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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.