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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
JFA,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.