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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Nas,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.