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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Excepter,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.