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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
The Remains,
UT,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.