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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.