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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.