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 Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.