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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.