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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.