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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.