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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.