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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.