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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.