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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Pole,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.