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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.