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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.