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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
CMW,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.