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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
The Index,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.