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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 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 John Holt to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.