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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.