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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.