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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.