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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.