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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.