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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.