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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.