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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.