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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
10cc,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.