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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.