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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.