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 Jamaica 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Roxette,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.