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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.