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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.