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 Australia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.