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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Gong,
Fluxion,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.