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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.