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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Television,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.