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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.