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 China and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.