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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Television,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.