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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
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.