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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.