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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.