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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.