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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.