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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.