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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
UT,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.