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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.