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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.