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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.