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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.