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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.