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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.