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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.