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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.