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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Japan,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.