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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.