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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.