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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.