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 Winnipeg.
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 Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.