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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.