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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
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.