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 Korea South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Organ,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.