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 Comoros 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.