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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.