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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.