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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.