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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.