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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Model 500,
10cc,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.