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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.