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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.