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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.