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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.