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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.