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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.