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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Index,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.