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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Slave,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.