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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.