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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.