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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Prince Buster 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Television,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.