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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.