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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.