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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.