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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.