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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.