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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.