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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
JFA,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.