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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Leaves to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.