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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.