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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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.