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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.