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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
AZ,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.