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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.