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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Nico,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.