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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.