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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.