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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.