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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Fortunes to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.