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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.