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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.