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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.