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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.