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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.