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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Nico,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.