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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.