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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.