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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.