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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.