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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.